In storybooks, my son and I chase dreams
to magical wonderlands near and far.
Catching rainbows on a golden sun beam,
we stop to wish upon a shooting star
and find fairies glowing inside a jar.
Clues come to life and a big red dog plays.
Adventures come to ordinary days.
Mother Goose entertains us with a rhyme,
And heroes chase villains high on sun rays.
Books skip through a boy's mind at story time.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders